The streets were still filled with voices and curses.
The few prisoners had probably suffered a lot in the cell. Now, they could be beaten and scolded as they pleased, as if they were numb puppets.
However, they were only a kilometer away from the entrance of the market. If someone really came to rescue the prisoners, they should have come. Otherwise, they would have to go to the entrance of the market and shout for the executioners to hold back.
Unfortunately, even when the prison carts gradually disappeared, no one seemed to be rescuing the prisoners.
The young man in the teahouse who had previously made a solemn vow laughed dryly and said, "Maybe, there might be an ambush at the entrance of the market. Why don't we go to the entrance of the market to take a look?"
"No, if there's really an ambush, what if we suffer?"
